Solitude Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

Solitude



head wrapped with a red towel
hair soaked wet from shower
desired to freshen up once thinking

sat down in front of the computer
then trying to cross the legs
moving its finger with the keys

building words from fantasy
desired to cure the solitude
that's teasing since yesterday

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